((Oh god I’ve just woken up and I feel so sick, just kill me with a reciprocating saw, it’s kinder.))

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tiredtina98:

unf-derek-sanders:

destined4nirvana:

sad-butsassy:

mashtonpotatoes:

slowlylosinglbs:

seeyanightvale:

eutux1a:

It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.

Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.

Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.

Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare say no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that said you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.

Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses.

If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:

My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.

If you are thinking of taking your life, call:

1-800-784-2433

1-800-SUICIDE

You stupid motherfuckers, don’t you dare not reblog this. Because this deserves 100K notes more than pictures of your favourite gay couple or cute cats, and yet it has 243 notes. 243 fucking notes? Fuck that. Fucking signal boost this.

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I was the one who found my friend. Please. Don’t do this.

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—-Hello there, please stay nice and calm, I’m not dangerous.

            …I just kind of let myself in.

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"Dr.Heimer, your office is the most perfect place in the world."

Alfred raised a false eyebrow and chuckled nervously. It was a bizarre sentiment, but flattering nonetheless.

"Well…thank you, I suppose," he said slowly with calm and measured words, "out of pure, morbid curiosity what makes you say that?"

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goosebumpsandgarbage:

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— - If you throw babies on the ground you will probably break them and their brains will all get squished. 

That’s why I can’t hold Aracelis unless there’s a grownup around. 

—-Ugh, grownups are such killjoys, aren’t they?

They never let you have any fun, they think they can’t trust you. It’s so unfair, don’t you think?

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» Ensnared by the Words of Your Mouth || dr-alfred-heimer

hiromibecker:

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Locking up the library for the night, Hiromi tugged his coat tighter to his body. It was incredibly windy that night, and really he shouldn’t have even gone to work that day. He’d had to get up early, the chain on his bike having snapped on the way home two days ago. Now he had to walk the five miles to his condo… 

He checked his watch nervously. 11:03 P.M. Who knew who could be out here… Well, most criminals didn’t exactly flock to their local public library, and that could at least fill Hiromi with a false sense of security.

Storms brewed in wandering clouds dotted far across the horizon; they were drawing ever closer, much like Alfred in his modest, black sedan. Well, it wasn’t his per se, but it was currently in his possession and he was rather enjoying the drive.

He never liked to use his own car when hunting; after years of indulging in this—his little pastime—he’d grown cautious of the various elements that went towards its creation. He knew that whilst it was beyond reason for anyone to catch him, it never paid to take the chance. 

This was the best time to pursue his prey: in the dead of night and on the cusp of such a grand storm. Victims were scattered; separated from one another though ironically still hoping for a good Samaritan to spirit them out of the rain. 

One can always depend on the kindness of strangers.

Alfred could, of course, He could depend on his own kindness as a stranger and all the doors that this superficial facade of humanity could open for him. It was easier to get a bystander into your car with a smile than it was with a gun, and he saw one such bystander checking his watch on the side of the road. Just perfect.

"Hello there, my boy," Alfred called through his open window whilst drawing up to the curb; a fake smile plastered across his equally fake face, "storms a’comin’, anyone who gets caught in it won’t be going home dry…fancy a lift?

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lingvonil:

fighteous:

Now that’s how you do a broken gif.

THIS IS FUCKING DEMONIC